my suicide told the Boyers
I was right, some truth to my claims
the weather went right over my brother
on the east side of the state
well, virgins die virgins
birds fly with birds
I can’t talk to them
they make it impossible
his lust took him like it took me
emptiness in an empty sink
fast forward to the hair in the bathroom sink
I shed Light on my happiness
shows the yellow walls, and their width
tell them next door to be a little more quiet
tell that kid to stop coughing
she’s trying to make him happy
by leaving the dye on the walls of his wife's bathroom
you piss him off when he’s sleeping right next to you
that Revlon ain't you mama
the number on that paper ain't his Mama
it ain't mine, Mama
but I want it, Mama
you’re a Bitch
and he’s a man
you’re a Bitch
he’s a man
you’re a Bitch
he’s a man
you’re a Bitch
he’s a man
you’re a Bitch
he’s a man
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023
These two tracks by the Chicago folk singer were produced by Jackson and her frequent collaborators KAINA, Sen Morimoto, and Nnamdi. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 27, 2023